Chapter 6
Lana was sitting in the living room with Clark, still holding the gun in her hand just in case. Clark had explained everything to them, and it seemed like a logical explanation. But she was feeling something towards him that just wasn't right. It was almost like she knew him better than anyone. She just had to find out.
"Do we know each other," She asked.
"Yeah," he told her, "Since Pre School."
"This is just too weird," she confessed. "Your so different from him."
"What's he like?" Clark asked her curiously.
"Worse than your most terrible nightmare," she told him truthfully.
"I wonder what happened to make him so horrible," he queered.
Lana shrugged.
"You know, you were different too," he told her.
She smiled. "What, was I miss perfect high school cheerleader and jock's boyfriend?"
"Well. yeah," he confessed, laughing slightly. "His name was Whitney. you went out for ages," Clark sighed.
At the sound of his name, Lana suddenly retreated.
"Is he uh, still alive?" she asked hopefully.
Clark shook his head. "He died in combat."
"Combat? That sounds like Whitney. He was always trying to help people," she choked back tears. Clark became confused.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Well, we were just like you said, apart from the jock and cheerleader part. There have been no clubs at school for 12 years," she confessed. "But he uh, he died. Clark killed him."
"I'm so sorry Lana," he told her, feeling guiltier than he had because of her parents.
Lana looked into the stranger's eyes and saw the sympathy and regret in his eyes. "If only I could hear that from the other you," she told him.
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Clark watched from outside the house. 'How sweet' he thought, watching the scene unfold. His enhanced hearing had allowed him to hear it all. He remembered that kid he'd killed. Stupid teenager had tried to kill him. So he got rid of him. If anything, he'd call it self-defence. But soon he wouldn't have to worry about any of that. Soon he'd have two of him, and no one would challenge them together. After all, they couldn't be that different.
Lana was sitting in the living room with Clark, still holding the gun in her hand just in case. Clark had explained everything to them, and it seemed like a logical explanation. But she was feeling something towards him that just wasn't right. It was almost like she knew him better than anyone. She just had to find out.
"Do we know each other," She asked.
"Yeah," he told her, "Since Pre School."
"This is just too weird," she confessed. "Your so different from him."
"What's he like?" Clark asked her curiously.
"Worse than your most terrible nightmare," she told him truthfully.
"I wonder what happened to make him so horrible," he queered.
Lana shrugged.
"You know, you were different too," he told her.
She smiled. "What, was I miss perfect high school cheerleader and jock's boyfriend?"
"Well. yeah," he confessed, laughing slightly. "His name was Whitney. you went out for ages," Clark sighed.
At the sound of his name, Lana suddenly retreated.
"Is he uh, still alive?" she asked hopefully.
Clark shook his head. "He died in combat."
"Combat? That sounds like Whitney. He was always trying to help people," she choked back tears. Clark became confused.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Well, we were just like you said, apart from the jock and cheerleader part. There have been no clubs at school for 12 years," she confessed. "But he uh, he died. Clark killed him."
"I'm so sorry Lana," he told her, feeling guiltier than he had because of her parents.
Lana looked into the stranger's eyes and saw the sympathy and regret in his eyes. "If only I could hear that from the other you," she told him.
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Clark watched from outside the house. 'How sweet' he thought, watching the scene unfold. His enhanced hearing had allowed him to hear it all. He remembered that kid he'd killed. Stupid teenager had tried to kill him. So he got rid of him. If anything, he'd call it self-defence. But soon he wouldn't have to worry about any of that. Soon he'd have two of him, and no one would challenge them together. After all, they couldn't be that different.
